It was love on his side that almost lured and pestered her, to him marry/ Showing her dreams beautiful and many, which he did promise to definitely carry/ All girls have to someday settle down, so she, to his proposal did agree/ Told him she, about her teenage crush; though one-sided, her heart, even today wasn’t free.
Soon, with family approval, they vows took and knot tied; now they were one./ The next few months, including honeymoon were quite exciting and full of fun./ Then slowly began the shattering of dreams and promises; little by little, each time;/ Slowly but certainly a rift formed; He wanted a typical maid-like wife who slogged to save every dime.
She, who believed in his promises, now absolutely let-down felt; ached painfully her heart/ Though stuck to the family she was; slowly, she moved away, as if died had, an important part/ Withdrew she from him, which angered him even more; and larger grew their differences; deepened the rift./ Delna was flightless, directionless; she was alive but not actually living, it was a deep steady drift.
Changed this their personalities, their behavior; bitterness, sarcasm stepped in now/ Listlessly she went through daily routine, just like a machine, she ploughed through somehow/ Miserable was their life, with bitter quarrels, arguments; it was constant strife, so, to part for ever they decided/ Because of their children two, divorce they did not take; instead a transfer he took and separately resided.
Visited them he once in a while, this was a change welcomed; for they both realized it was, for both, the best./ So this pattern they adopted, which good was for all of them; this way, peacefully they could spend their life rest.
(Perhaps Parsi couples should consider using this method for the sake of their children before divorcing.)
ARMIN DUTIA MOTASHAW
Ahmedabad
armindutiamotashaw@gmail.com